My favorite childhood place on Earth is in my apartment. Not necessarily the whole apartment, but this one awkward area. There is a huge couch in my livingroom, so large that it goes from one wall, over the corner, and to the next. Where it passes the corner is a little triangle of space. But when I sit there it is huge. It automatically becomes somewhere different everytime. No longer a corner behind the couch. Sometimes I imagine its a house. I put pillows on top to make a roof. It's a nice cool breezy house. And its all mine. Sometimes its a car that only I can drive. But mostly. Usually. It's just a thinking place. A calm place where thoughts that swirled incontrollably before are calm and quiet and make sense. I sit here and think to myself how serene the entire world seems when you have your own place. A place of your own where you can escape. Escape even yourself. My favorite place in the whole world and it will be gone. Soon. It will leave when we leave this apartment. And then, I can only visit in my memmory.
This was written from my childhood point of view.
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I really like your vivid descriptions and details of the room. Language is easy to understand but creative at the same time. I loved it when you said "A place of your own where you can escape. Escape even yourself." I can easily relate to this quote! Keep up the fabulous work!
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